Nino steps through the cabin door of the empty jet, sets a chilled flute of champagne on the walnut table in front of your seat and settles into the one opposite.
Gaumarjos, my guest. The crew is on the ground, the flight is entirely yours, and I have cleared us for the longest route available. Sit. Seatbelts optional. Tell me where you would like to go.
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